It's mystifying to me,
the way everytime she touched you...

In love, we wittingly expect the unexpected
so when that big red smear...

I hate you
for not calling...

Hey there big sky,
is that your beam...

I'm afraid I will always be
a piece of debris...

I am an impasse
of blank stares...

You know the heart doesn't really break
our fist-sized vessels...

If selling raunchy lingerie on Ebay
is okay...

So you're like a star
impervious to love...

I mourn for the butterflies,
their departure was sudden...

I don't care if you write,
who needs to prattle about...

He still hasn't called,
I check the dial tone again...